I’m back home from my trip, but I left another home behind. That’s where I’ve lived for more than two thirds of my entire life. Having breakfast with the Weasleys, running across the lawn to see Hagrid for a cuppa, trying desperately to remember the password under the Fat Lady’s sharp eyes. Cheering and throwing my hat in the air in celebration of the house championship, taking part in the duelling club and enjoying the overwhelmingly generous Christmas dinner. I know every little corner of that world – or at least as much as the Weasley twins. I have to say it’s some feeling to see that all become quite real right there in front of you.